Nobody should have to eat kebabs, they're something that other people should do.
I'd also like to stop eating them myself, it doesn't matter if you do have the healthy option and have a proper chicken Shish kebab, they're still shite. Picked one up as I wobbled past the bus station on the way home; I'd treated myself to a jolly day out in Sheffield, something that's been on the list for a year or so but haven't got it sorted until today.
The Kev was doing his model railway thingy over there, so it seemed only manners to scoot over there and meet up after he'd finished for a bevvy or two. Fourteen quid for a return ticket was unexpectedly reasonable and I duly bought a nice heavy paper for the journey and scuttled off that'wards. Arrived at Sheffield, didn't much fancy the walk to the first pub as my legs were still give muchos pain from my gym indiscretions, on top of the lungs doing their best to make me look like a cripple. Made my way up to the Frog and Parrot which is an ale joint much recommended to me a long while ago by a missed buddy; unfortunately it's been taken over by Greene King, who are the Microsoft of the real ale world, and a concession they've insisted on is that the place stop brewing Roger and Out, their own brew loopy juice for which they'd give you a TShirt if you managed to get three pints down. Damn. Mind you, according to the nice bar bloke, they plan to start it again in the new year, if they can get it past the brewery. I'll pay 'em another visit to see if they've managed it. Had a pint of Abbot, and nostalgically, a black sambucca for the friend that gave me the heads up on that pub in the first place. Made my way on the advice of one of the locals down to the Devonshire Cat, and chugged the Abbeydale "Absolution", the Brewsters "Sirens", the pub's own brand Best Bitter and Spaten "Oktoberfest" - a German special one for the lunancy that goes on in Munich at this time of year. Jolly indeed, this place is a first rate boozer and one that I'd enjoy going back to, superb Norwegian barmaid too. Yay! Then back to the taxi to meet the chaps once they'd finished their train stuff at the Fat Cat; no relation to the ones we know and love down south, a very nice old fashioned corner pub, that I enjoyed very much, but I have to say the Devonshire took the prize for the day. Chugged a pint of The Durham Brewery "Durham Amber", and some ludicrous Belgian barley wine, by this stage my survival skills in avoiding the stupid stuff were well impared.
Sheffield needs to be done again, although in my physical state of being well less that 100 per cent, there was a lot of scarey looking people about. The next trip should start in the Devonshire at lunchtime and finish up at the Frog and Parrot in the evening for a band... Interesting framed posters on the wall; they did a free festival in 1979 involving Cabaret Voltaire, Human League and Def Leppard, and if you don't know who they are, you're way too young to be reading my blog! Had to leave way too early to get the last train back, thus missing the Sheffield curry opportunity, but this of course opened the door to gastronomic abuse when I got back to Grim. You'd think I'd know by now. Maybe I should actually attempt to conquer this terrible affliction, it's just habit, it's not even as if I actually LIKE kebabs. It's like a junkie getting the munchies.
Finished my Dan Brown on the way home, Angels and Demons on the way back. Not a bad book, I'd normally have put my thoughts ont the old Book Club board, but those who know me well know I'll not be seen back in those parts, my pathetic attempt at review will have to go here. I think Brown concentrates on compensating for his weaknesses by extreme subject matter and dilligent research. And he can't write a romance for toffee, something he shares with Tom Clancy. Having said that, it was an enjoyable enough romp and I don't think my time was wasted. Trainspotting next.
Well, time to go do constructive things. At this moment in time, myself and the mog are having a battle for control of the computer chair. He's moved in behind me and won't shift, neither will I. Clash of the titan's it's not, but it's there anyway.
I'd also like to stop eating them myself, it doesn't matter if you do have the healthy option and have a proper chicken Shish kebab, they're still shite. Picked one up as I wobbled past the bus station on the way home; I'd treated myself to a jolly day out in Sheffield, something that's been on the list for a year or so but haven't got it sorted until today.
The Kev was doing his model railway thingy over there, so it seemed only manners to scoot over there and meet up after he'd finished for a bevvy or two. Fourteen quid for a return ticket was unexpectedly reasonable and I duly bought a nice heavy paper for the journey and scuttled off that'wards. Arrived at Sheffield, didn't much fancy the walk to the first pub as my legs were still give muchos pain from my gym indiscretions, on top of the lungs doing their best to make me look like a cripple. Made my way up to the Frog and Parrot which is an ale joint much recommended to me a long while ago by a missed buddy; unfortunately it's been taken over by Greene King, who are the Microsoft of the real ale world, and a concession they've insisted on is that the place stop brewing Roger and Out, their own brew loopy juice for which they'd give you a TShirt if you managed to get three pints down. Damn. Mind you, according to the nice bar bloke, they plan to start it again in the new year, if they can get it past the brewery. I'll pay 'em another visit to see if they've managed it. Had a pint of Abbot, and nostalgically, a black sambucca for the friend that gave me the heads up on that pub in the first place. Made my way on the advice of one of the locals down to the Devonshire Cat, and chugged the Abbeydale "Absolution", the Brewsters "Sirens", the pub's own brand Best Bitter and Spaten "Oktoberfest" - a German special one for the lunancy that goes on in Munich at this time of year. Jolly indeed, this place is a first rate boozer and one that I'd enjoy going back to, superb Norwegian barmaid too. Yay! Then back to the taxi to meet the chaps once they'd finished their train stuff at the Fat Cat; no relation to the ones we know and love down south, a very nice old fashioned corner pub, that I enjoyed very much, but I have to say the Devonshire took the prize for the day. Chugged a pint of The Durham Brewery "Durham Amber", and some ludicrous Belgian barley wine, by this stage my survival skills in avoiding the stupid stuff were well impared.
Sheffield needs to be done again, although in my physical state of being well less that 100 per cent, there was a lot of scarey looking people about. The next trip should start in the Devonshire at lunchtime and finish up at the Frog and Parrot in the evening for a band... Interesting framed posters on the wall; they did a free festival in 1979 involving Cabaret Voltaire, Human League and Def Leppard, and if you don't know who they are, you're way too young to be reading my blog! Had to leave way too early to get the last train back, thus missing the Sheffield curry opportunity, but this of course opened the door to gastronomic abuse when I got back to Grim. You'd think I'd know by now. Maybe I should actually attempt to conquer this terrible affliction, it's just habit, it's not even as if I actually LIKE kebabs. It's like a junkie getting the munchies.
Finished my Dan Brown on the way home, Angels and Demons on the way back. Not a bad book, I'd normally have put my thoughts ont the old Book Club board, but those who know me well know I'll not be seen back in those parts, my pathetic attempt at review will have to go here. I think Brown concentrates on compensating for his weaknesses by extreme subject matter and dilligent research. And he can't write a romance for toffee, something he shares with Tom Clancy. Having said that, it was an enjoyable enough romp and I don't think my time was wasted. Trainspotting next.
Well, time to go do constructive things. At this moment in time, myself and the mog are having a battle for control of the computer chair. He's moved in behind me and won't shift, neither will I. Clash of the titan's it's not, but it's there anyway.
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